sunny sunshine sounds
waves, birds, wind, kids screaming squeals
pop of a pop top
Sitting on the beach in South Carolina on Hilton Head Island on a Saturday afternoon can be a lot of things.
Quiet is not one of them.
Start with all the sounds of the beach.
Add in all the sounds of people at the beach.
Through it all, like a knife, I can hear the clear click of a pop can (beer can, flavored sparkling water can) cut across on the audio clutter.
On a hot day, it sounds good.
Back in the day in 7th Grade science class at Riverside Junior Highschool in Grand Rapids, Michigan, our teacher Mr. Bultman, was preparing a demonstration.
With a large beaker of water, Mr. Bultman poured filled up a tall graduated cylinder.
As Mr. Bultman poured, you could hear a glug glug glug with a rising interogative like an Australian sentence.
The class went quiet.
The sound stirred something in all of us.
Mr. Bultman stopped pouring and set the beaker down.
Mr. Bultman looked out at us, smiling in the quiet.
“Pour me one of those too,” said Mr. Bultman with a big grin.
The class paused.
Then burst out laughing.
The whole room was on the the same page.
It sounded … delicious.
Part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.
I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
Some turned out okay.
Some were too forced.
Some were just bad.
Some did involve some or all of those feelings.
As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
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